An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

my father to my mother, searching for any sign of memory. “My back was bruised for months.”

Jennifer smoothed her skirt under the table, her voice fluttering high and fast as she refused to meet my eyes.

“It was just a scratch, sweetie, and we had to pay seventy-five dollars for the house call doctor just to tell us you were fine.”

“She was always looking continue reading …